Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 09:07:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 2
Twin Brothers, Part 2
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
We slept for a while and when we awoke it was almost
dark. We got up and I ordered a pizza delivered, and we sat in the kitchen
in our boxer shorts savoring the slices, loaded with pepperoni and
mushrooms.
"I'd like to try that foreskin restoration now," Jim said
as we ate. "You ought to try stretching that long skin of yours so that
maybe one day you'll be able to dock me." It was time to unveil my
surprise. I went into the office and dug around in the bottom drawer of my
desk.
"Look at what I've got for us," I said. "Here's a roll of
paper tape for you to start with, and this is that soft plastic cone to put
inside my foreskin to start the stretching. I ordered a set of cones a
couple of weeks ago, after we'd looked at that web site. Now we'd better do
our own pricks, or we'll wind up in another stroking session." Jim's eyes
lit up, and he smiled.
"That's great, Jack, Let's get started, then. I'll go
first. Just let me have a strip of tape when I need it." He knew exactly
what to do because the web site had contained full instructions on several
techniques of foreskin restoration by skin stretching.
"As soon as we finish the pizza," I replied. We ate the
remaining slices, washing them down with a bottle of beer, and then we set
to work. Jim grasped his prick and pulled his shaft skin up over his
glans. As he hadn't been cut tightly, it wasn't hard to cover his tip
completely on the first try. I peeled off a two-inch length of tape for
Jim, and when he'd pulled his shaft skin up over his glans, he took it from
me and wrapped it in a ring around the skin in front of his glans,
effectively trapping his helmet inside the skin tube. I saw how his glans
caused a big bulge at the end of his skin tube, and how his flaring corona
was clearly visible through the flashy covering. His prick had swollen
somewhat but he wasn't close to full erection, as that would have made
applying the tape ring harder.
"It's a good thing we decided to do ourselves," he
said. "If you'd been pulling my cock-skin I'd be hard already, and I
wouldn't have been able to hold it over the head." He was absolutely right,
which was why I'd suggested we just do our own. Now I slipped the plastic
cone inside my foreskin, feeling the pressure on my glans as the cone
pushed it deeper into my tube of skin. Jim peeled off a two-inch length of
tape for me and I wrapped it around the skin that extended beyond the end
of the cone.
"Good thing that cone has a hole drilled through it, or I'd
have to remove it every time I had to pee," I remarked. "When you have to
go, you can do it right through the skin."
"Yeah, but I think I'll have to blot it carefully with a
piece of toilet paper or I'll be dribbling in my clothes or in bed," he
said.
"I'll have to do that too," I told him. "I'll have to make
sure every drop is out. We'll both have to be careful."
"What if we get erections during the night? That often
happens to us, especially in the morning. We usually wake up hard, you
know."
"We'll have to take it as it comes," I said. "If there's no
pain, the extra tension will just make the skin stretch faster." At that
point we decided to get some sleep.
During the night I awoke a couple of times to feel the
tension in my penis that came from a nocturnal erection, but the skin was
just stretching pleasantly, with no pain. In the morning, we both had the
usual morning erections, and we went into the bathroom to pee. Jim sat down
to pee, as we had no idea how much splatter the pucker at the end of his
skin tube would cause, and he knew that I always skinned back to pee to
avoid this. He dabbed the end of his penis with toilet paper and then I sat
down for the same reason. We'd been right in sitting down, because we both
experienced splatter to some degree, Jim more than I did.
Now that our pricks were once more limp, we went into the
kitchen for breakfast. I slipped on a bathing suit so that I could go
outside to pick up the newspaper from our front walkway, and then we drank
coffee while perusing the news. Nothing much was happening on the national
or international fronts, so the front page was filled with stories of
shootings, rapes, and child beatings, the norm for news outlets these
days. No wonder our favorite feature was the comics page.
"I'm going to wait until the tape loosens," I said to
Jim. "Then I'll be able to peel it off more easily, without pulling too
hard on the skin."
"I think I'll do the same thing," he agreed. "I'd hate to
risk tearing the skin."
"That would cause scar tissue, and scar tissue doesn't
stretch the way skin does," I said. "Anyway, our pricks don't need to be
washed every day. They don't get that dirty."
"I wouldn't be surprised if the tape loosens at the same
time for both of us," he said. "After all, we are twins, and we do so many
things the same way, except masturbate, and that's only because I was
clipped."
"Well, with patience and a little bit of luck, one of these
days you'll be able to stroke yourself they way I do," I replied. "We
probably secrete skin oil at the same rate. Want to take a shower now?" He
nodded, and we went into the bathroom. We always enjoyed showering
together, as this provided an opportunity for sex play, but this time we
were preoccupied with our skin stretching, and didn't do anything except to
let the water flow rinse the outside of our pricks. We got dressed and went
out for lunch, and the to a movie. When we got home, we went into the
bedroom and stripped down. Jim said:
"I think my tape's loosening. The end's pulled away and is
just flopping around." I looked down and saw that one end of my tape ring
was also loose.
"I think we can try taking the tapes off," I
suggested. "The adhesive must be weak by now, maybe because the skin oil's
loosened it." I watched as Jim unwound the tape ring, and when it was
completely off I saw that his shaft skin stayed covering half his
helmet. "Look at that," I urged. "Your skin's already taking on a new
shape." He looked down and exclaimed:
"Gee! It has! I didn't expect such quick progress."
"That's probably because you were cut so loosely," I
said. "You haven't yet grown any new skin, just re-shaped the skin you
have. Remember, it used to be bunched up behind your rim."
"I guess you're right," he said. "Your skin doesn't seem to
have become any longer."
"It's going to take time, Jim, but the results will be
worthwhile." Now we were half-hard, excited by the thought of more penile
skin, and I saw him staring avidly into my eyes.
"We should take advantage of this opportunity," he
murmured, and I nodded agreement as I lowered my head to take his prick
into my mouth.
"Your skin's been bunched up over your glans," I said, "and
I want to see if there's a difference in taste now." My tongue probed
inside his skin, and I was gratified that there was a definite salty taste
as I probed more deeply to run my tongue-tip around his rim.
"How is it?" He asked.
"There's a new taste to your prick," I answered. "No doubt
about that." I felt his helmet swell inside my mouth, pushing out of its
collar of skin. He scooted down and I felt his mouth engulf my prick,
probing my foreskin to tickle my slit. Then his lips pushed my hood back
all the way behind my corona, and his lips caressed my flaring rim as he
twisted his head sideways. We both enjoyed the sideways friction on our
tips.
"Better let me do you first," he murmured as he removed his
mouth momentarily. "Feeling you come in my mouth always turns me on." I
eased up on stimulating his glans, just flicking my tongue across his
pouting orifice. I just held on to his straight shaft, making no effort to
stroke the loose skin or bump it against his flaring purple rim. I felt his
rough tongue sweep across the broad upper surface of my helmet, making it
engorge even more with arousal.
"You're making my tip feel really wonderful," I said. "I
can feel it swelling."
"I felt it swelling against my tongue," he murmured as he
removed his mouth momentarily. Then he resumed sucking, twisting his head
while stroking my foreskin to bump against my engorged corona, a stroke
that he knew always launched my orgasm within seconds. A light tingle
started in my rim, and quickly spread over my helmet. My mind was now
totally focused on the delicious sensations Jim was pouring into my prick.
"I'm getting that tingle," I whispered as the sensations
built up in my prick. I knew I was right on the edge, and he'd have my load
in a second or two. My shaft was so hard that it ached for the release of
orgasm. Jim stroked my foreskin harder, bumping and compressing my engorged
corona, and suddenly I felt the heavy pounding of orgasm begin deep inside
me.
"HUNH-HNH-HUNH!" I grunted as the first discharge came, the
hot fluid searing my urethra as it rushed towards my throbbing tip. I cried
out again as another torrent rushed up my tube, emerging from my pouting
orifice to coat his tongue. Shock waves poured through my body as I tumbled
into the free-fall of orgasm, releasing my viscous streams. A third jet
shot from my prick and then a fourth. The fourth one was a lot weaker,
although my prick was still tingling and throbbing. After a few more
spasms, my climax was over and the tension left my body.
"You really blew a good one," Jim told me after he'd
removed his mouth from my prick. Now he ran a finger up the underside of my
shaft to expel the last few drops, which he licked off as they oozed out of
my meatus. I was still holding his prick, the big eye at the end staring
into my eyes. His scrotum was tight against his body, and I knew that
making me come had increased his arousal. A minute passed while I recovered
from the afterglow, and now I was ready to bring on his pleasure.
I began stroking his shaft skin to bump and rub his flaring
corona while my tongue-tip probed his distended orifice, and I heard him
groan with pleasure. I cupped his tight scrotum with my other hand, fingers
probing his urethra behind his balls. This gave me a close-up view of Jim's
prick, an exact duplicate of mine, with straight shaft, prominent vein down
the right side, and big bulbous helmet, except for the missing foreskin
that he was trying to regrow.
I tasted a drop of his clear lubricant as it seeped from
his distended slit. Like mine, it was viscous and salty, and I spread it
over the front dome of his helmet with my tongue while pumping his shaft
skin.
"I'm so hot, Jack," he murmured. "Doing you really turned
me on. It won't be long." I was gratified by hearing this, because I knew
the experience would be as pleasurable for him as it had for me. I was also
looking forward to feeling his helmet throb against my tongue and palate,
and to taste the torrents of cream that would be pouring from it.
My lips were working around the front dome as my tongue
continued to probe his teardrop shaped orifice, and I felt his glans
becoming firmer as his excitement neared the peak. More lube poured out
onto my tongue, and I relished the salty flavor as I would the taste and
aroma of his sperm that was soon to erupt. His balls were very tight
between my fingers, and his breathing was coming faster. Suddenly, he was
there.
"HUNH!" I heard him grunt as I felt the first pulse of his
urethra behind his scrotum in my fingertips. His helmet throbbed hard in my
mouth, and an instant later the first hot gush shot from his orifice onto
my tongue. I felt his body shuddering in the throes of orgasm as another
loud grunt filled the air and his straining prick discharged another
torrent of chlorine-flavored sperm into my mouth. I swallowed hard,
preparing for fluid as I continued to stroke his throbbing shaft and glans.
Jim grunted again, enraptured by the sweet agony of his
orgasm as I coaxed another hot jet from his throbbing tip. I knew his eyes
were closed, as mine were during my orgasm. I felt his straining glans
throb again as another discharge filled my mouth. The next one wasn't as
strong, and the one that followed was mild, but fluid still seeped from his
prick. I took a deep breath and then swallowed again.
"Oh, that was a hot one," Jim murmured as his prick began
softening in my mouth. I continued to lick the salty seepage from the front
dome of his big helmet as I ran my fingertip up his urethra to extract the
residue. His tight scrotum was loosening now, becoming droopy like my own,
as the tension left his body. Jim was still torpid from the after-shock of
his climax, lying passively on the bed as I finished milking his prick.
"I've got to pee," I told him as I got up and headed for
the bathroom. He followed and we stood side by side, discharging our yellow
streams into the sink.
"I guess we tape up again," he said as we finished and
squeezed out the last drops.
"This is a good time for it," I agreed. There's no chance
we'll get hard now."
"Let me do you, then," he suggested. "I want to get in
practice for when I've got more skin and can use the cone." He picked up
the cone with one hand as he delicately rolled back my long foreskin with
the other. "You place the concave side of the cone against your tip,
right?" he said as he pressed the cone against the front dome of my
helmet. I nodded, and he rolled my foreskin forward over it as I peeled off
a two-inch length of tape for him, which he wrapped around the end of my
foreskin in a ring. Although the touch of his fingers on my prick ws
pleasant, there wasn't the slightest rush of blood into it, as I was
totally drained from the hot blasting orgasm I'd had minutes before.
"Now I'll tape you up," I said as he finished. "I'll do it
a little differently from the way you did it yesterday." I picked up his
prick by the big helmet, gently squeezing it to drive out the blood. "I'm
pressing your glans so that it'll be easier to slip your shaft-skin over
it," I explained. Now I rolled his shaft-skin up and over the end as he
peeled off a length of tape for me. There was easily half an inch of skin
ahead of his glans and I wrapped the tape around it, leaving enough slack
for urination. When I released his prick, the blood began to flow back into
his glans, making the skin tube bulge.
"Now it looks like yours with the skin over the end and my
tip making it swell," he observed.
"That's right, Jim. Now you'll get a bit more stretching
during the course of the day. The overall length is a bit less because more
of your prick's pushed back into your shaft-skin, but it's going to speed
up the stretching slightly."
"Have you heard from Steve lately?" he asked as we moved
back into the bedroom to get dressed. Steve was a friend of ours who had
restored his foreskin a couple of years before. We knew he'd done it, but
hadn't asked him any detailed questions about it, as we'd gotten most of
our information from the Internet.
"No, not in a couple of weeks, but I can give him a call if
you wish." Jim nodded, and after we'd dressed I dialed Steve's number. The
conversation was brief. I told him about Jim's taping effort and my
intention to gain more length, and he invited us to come to dinner that
afternoon at five. I gave Jim a summary of our talk.
"That's good," he said. "Steve's a good cook and I'm sure
he'll have a real treat for us." I nodded in agreement.
"I guess we can go out to lunch, a light one, and then take
in a movie," I suggested.
"Good idea," Jim agreed, and we went to a sandwich shop
downtown and then to see a re-run of "Dirty Harry," one of our favorites.
During the show, I thought of what might happen when we got to Steve's. We
had previously gotten together for show-and-tells, and some three-way
sex. Steve was a hot number, and he obviously thought of us the same way.
Continued in Part 3.